After a life-long private appointment with the former Domon Lord

Chapter 27

Chapter 27 Punishment

    Mu Wushuang glanced at Guilan inexplicably, puzzled in his eyes.

    In front of Mu Wushuang, the long-bearded Demon Lord's face was like gold paper, and the long beard on his chin trembled.

    There was a mixture of horror and disbelief on his face.

    The bloody severed hand slipped down from the face, and the long-bearded Demon Lord's voice trembled: "Your Majesty, why—"

    Gui Lan's red pupils were faint, clearly staring at Mu Wushuang, but the words in his mouth meant something: "The elder is old and foolish, and speaks recklessly."

    "Since this is the case, there is no need to speak anymore, lest disaster come out of your mouth." The

    young man's tone was flat, and he raised his hand to make a grasping motion in the air.

    At the same time, the Longbearded Demon Lord let out a hoarse "crack" sound from his throat.

    His eyes were frightened, his eyes were wide open, his neck seemed to be pinched tightly by an invisible force, his chin was instantly raised, and his whole body was suspended in the air along the traction of his neck.

    In just a moment, dark purple bloody marks appeared on the neck.

    Gui Lan glanced at the long-bearded Demon Lord for a moment, sneered, and put down his hands.

    The long-bearded Demon Lord was smashed down as he withdrew his hand.

    The old devil fell limp all over his body, lying on the ground, gasping for breath with a violent "ho ho" in his throat.

    There was no sound in front of the hall, except for the intermittent sound of the long bearded demon monarch breaking a bellows.

    The remaining demon kings and demon crowds stood on the spot like sticks, with their heads lowered and their eyes closed, not daring to breathe.

    Gui Lan withdrew his hand, and slowly took out the towel to wipe his fingertips.

    The young man wiped his palms and fingers completely, glanced at the demons, and said in a deep voice: "Self-righteous." He glanced at     Mu

    Wushuang again, and suddenly said, "Give it back to you."

When Wushuang heard this, her puzzled eyes fell on Gui Lan's tense complexion.

    Gui Lan didn't speak any more, only turned his face to the demon lords indifferently.

    Almost at the same time as he turned his face away, these demon kings all fell to their knees with a plop, trembling and prostrate on the ground.

    Mu Wushuang stood in front of Gui Lan, almost drunk.

    She imagined the worst situation, but she never thought that Gui Lan would come out to help her.

    Outrageous, outrageous, outrageous.

    In the line of sight, Gui Lan paced in front of a kneeling demon king, raised his lips with dark eyes, and leaned forward.

    Then, he raised his white and slender hand, and pressed the top of the demon's skull little by little.

    Kera, Kera, Kera.

    The sound of bone cracking sounded.

    The bursting eyeballs, as well as the thick warm yellow-white slurry, slipped and flowed down the young man's long and beautiful fingers.